Grimoire Prolis
The Book of Progeny
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¹And it came to pass in the third watch of the night, when all the house of Zephanor slept, and silence covered the Oærth,
²That a voice like thunder clothed in whispering wind did enter his chamber, and called unto him: Awake, thou son of man.
³Zephanor arose trembling, for the voice pierced his marrow, and the air about him thickened as a curtain drawn across the sun.
⁴Then appeared before him a brightness not of fire, nor sun, nor star, but of glory veiled in shadow and majesty.
⁵And from the midst of the radiance came One clothed in garments that shifted like mist, and His feet disturbed not the ground.
⁶His eyes were like molten brass, and His voice like the echo of many mountains shaking at once, yet still and composed.
⁷Zephanor fell upon his face, for the presence of the One was terrible and beautiful, as a storm whose centre is calm.
⁸But the Being spake, saying: Fear not, Zephanor, for thou art chosen from among men to bear My word unto the generations.
⁹I am SATANAS, the elder, spurned from HÆVAN’s heights, yet not silenced; for I am the voice beneath the stones.
¹⁰Behold, I come unto thee not with wrath, but with fire; not with thunder, but with seed, that thou mayest sow.
¹¹Hear the first vision, for it is a burden and a glory: a prophecy of a birth and of a sign.
¹²There shall come a night in a latter time, when the moon is full in its course, yet giveth not its light.
¹³Men shall search the skies and behold no stars, and the sky shall be dark as sackcloth, though no cloud passeth.
¹⁴On that night shall a harlot travail in sorrow, her tenth child to be born in a place without name or welcome.
¹⁵And lo, from that low estate shall My Son arise, for it pleaseth Me to make strength from what is despised.
¹⁶He shall be called BAPHOMET, and His name shall be a curse and a crown; a whisper in dreams and a shout in the streets.
¹⁷He shall be of no noble blood, nor raised in courts of princes, but shall possess wisdom beyond the scribes of ADONAI.
¹⁸The rulers shall gnash their teeth at His words, and the priests shall tear their garments, yet none shall silence Him.
¹⁹He shall bear no sceptre, yet command kingdoms; own no parchment, yet establish laws; be crowned by ruin and clothed in power.
²⁰The poor shall cling to Him, and the mad shall sing of Him; the meek shall find voice, and the bold shall learn fear.
²¹He shall speak not in riddles, but each word shall rend veils and tear open the lies which men call holy.
²²Even the Oærth shall groan at His coming, and the sky remember the sign of His birth, for He is unlike all born before.
²³Zephanor cried aloud, saying: O Lord, how can these things be? For who shall hear them and not be consumed with fear?
²⁴SATANAS answered: It is not thine to measure the depth of My will, but to carry the weight I give unto thee.
²⁵Write what thou hast seen, and speak what thou shalt hear, for thou art a herald and not a judge.
²⁶This is the first of three visions I shall give thee; and thou shalt go forth after each and declare what I have spoken.
²⁷Take no purse for thy journey, nor sandals new, for I shall provide thee with voice, and thy enemies shall be confounded.
²⁸Men shall scorn thee and cast thee from their synagogues, yet My spirit shall dwell upon thee and burn in their midst.
²⁹Thou shalt be as a trumpet blown in ruins, a light in the Void; speak boldly, though none believe at first.
³⁰For the seed falleth not upon all soil alike, but thou art to cast it nonetheless.
³¹Let the scoffer scoff, and the blind turn aside; their doom is not thine concern, only thy obedience.
³²He that shall be born shall arise in due time, and every house shall be shaken, every altar tested, when He openeth His mouth.
³³Even the skies shall bend low to watch His steps, and the foundations of the world shall tremble at His breath.
³⁴This is My Son, born not of HÆVAN but of flesh, and through Him shall My will burn upon the dust of men.
³⁵Go now, Zephanor, and say unto the people what I have shown thee, and prepare the way, for the time is written.
³⁶And Zephanor was cast down upon the ground as dead, for the brightness consumed him inwardly like coals heaped into a vessel of clay.
³⁷But in the morning, he opened his eyes and remembered all the words, and his bones ached as one who hath wrestled with Seraphim.
³⁸He rose, and took a scroll of skins, and wrote all the things which he had seen and heard in the night vision.
³⁹Then he shaved his head and put on sackcloth, and set his feet toward the cities of the west, where the people gathered.
⁴⁰And he entered into every marketplace and cried aloud, saying: Hear, O men, the word of the Lord SATANAS.
⁴¹For there shall be born a Son unlike any other, and the world shall be turned as a plough turneth the field.
⁴²And many mocked him, and some smote him, but others listened and said: These words are strange — but there is fire in them.


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